I’m always sure enough of
your rain to walk into it.
I wander, and your downpour
wanders.
You light the way
with laments and oxygen.
By nightfall the wind has
scattered you so that the
stars can peak through.
By dawn, you are the
darkness that has passed
through my eyes.
I see your shadow
stenciled in by the sun.
There’s a translucence
between us, as memories
vaporize, steaming away
the last of the rain.
-Tosha Michelle
And some music xx
No longer content with the
winter life and its flannel
sleep. Self and it’s terms
finally meet
She wipes away
the frost from her soul
And sees spring illuminated
beyond the cold.
Sunlight the trinket she’s
always possesed
misplaced for awhile
shine from within.
Her sepia world
long deprived of green
become vibrant and
alive again.
She walks away in blue
with plenty of heart
by the light of her own
eyes, no longer needing
to find it in another.
The view defined by her,
and her alone.
-Tosha Michelle
A quote and a song for this lovely Friday.
“Nothing had changed. I was the stupid one again. I was the girl who never understood who she was to people.”
-Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home
And my musical selection. Wanna slow dance? 😜 I will step on your toes. Have a listen and a wonderful weekend. ❤️ Oh, and look y’all, another pair of new eyeglasses 😮
It began when I transcribed
the temporal glint in his eyes
as light. Content with my
my own imaginings.
Quuck to accept my own deceit.
Hungry for a time only for desire
sliced in two.
I failed to noticed when he didn’t
take the knife
And how the sky dimmed as it gave
into longing.
The bruised fruit pulled from the branch
left to adorn the grave.
Now I collect the seeds that
remain in a mason jar
My heart painted blue.
My hands stained from
the pickings.
-Tosha Michelle
And sometimes I sing. My cover of mg favorite Coldplay song.
https://m.soundcloud.com/tosha-michelle2020/the-scientist-coldplay-cover
As the leaf whirls across
the the mercurial landscape
The wind sounding like
something injured.
Don’t chase it. Let it go.
The monochrome sky
knows lost comes
with each season’s transformation
None of us spared in the end
Why fret so?
Put on your wool coat
wander in the leaves that refuse
to vacate the ground
Make this a day best remembered not
for what has gone but for
what remains
-Tosha Michelle
I just want a corner to lie
down in.
Pull the covers over
my heart.
Let it get buried in
snow.
Somewhere underground
where the coordinates get lost
A hideout from worry and the
slow burn out of life.
My calendar whited out.
My fingers too cold to hold.
My lips too raw to kiss the end note.
And I can live in the moment
before.
A frozen vessel alone
in the stillness.
My soul encased in a thousand
miles of Arctic air.
-Tosha Michelle
Everything I Never Told You 